mother...my story... |
Its been a little over 3 years since my mother died. Her name was Debbie and she was a good person unto which bad things happened. She had suffered from breast cancer to, bone cancer, cancer behind t... Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 08:07:00 GMT |
EMOTIONS! |
I've always wondered what death would be like. Would it be so dim and grim that when you walk in to the light, your eyes are blinded in to darkness, that shadows are now shrouding your calm heart and ... Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 03:15:00 GMT |
fix my broken heart. e |
I'll go back to the start,
Where life began to fall apart...
No words can fix a broken heart, no median can heal whets been harmed.
All the pain I feel cannot be numbed,
And all my life I w... Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 03:01:00 GMT |
"I dont love you?" |
As he looked into here glass glazed eyes, as if she was about to cry, he resited the rest of is his cryptic poem with malice "I don't love you."
She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stop the tears... Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 20:47:00 GMT |
good-bye... |
Through misty water coloured tears,
All is realized in our fears.
But it's good to cry, we should cry,
For anyone and everyone hates to say good-bye.
When you lose someone dear to you,
And the... Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 05:16:00 GMT |
MIRROR MIRROR! |
whe i look into the mirror
I see a young young girl
Someone that I use to be,
But isn't anymore...
I see a girl so young,
So lovely and so mighty strong.
So mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the faires... Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 04:14:00 GMT |
my hearts in your hands! e |
My heart is in your hands,
I gave it all to you.
You stabbed me in the back,
When you tore it in two
I can't wait for the day,
When karma comes to get cha'
Mark my words and fear this day,
I s... Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 03:59:00 GMT |
the youth of the future!! |
Hello teacher we are your future,
We are the youth.
We may not strive for the truth,
We are easily led,
By the things we're fed.
We are the new generation
We are the youth operation
We plan to ... Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 03:49:00 GMT |
For Better or Worse... |
It has to get worse,
Before it can get better.
I know its hard,
So hold my hand and we'll do it together.
We'll share the load, we'll share the pain.
We'll stand our ground and dry our tears.
... Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 01:05:00 GMT |
SEASONS GREETINGS |
In the light of the spring morning, the wind whispered sweet nothings to the newly blossomed tree. As the tree leaves swayed with the sweet spring song, whispered to low for the mortal ear to hear in ... Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 05:04:00 GMT |